THE LANDLORD KICKED THEM OUT SO THE DOLLARAMA NEXT DOOR COULD EXPAND

I’M SO MAD, FUCK ALL LANDLORDS

OH MY GOD DAD’S BAGELS IS CLOSED FOR GOOD, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, THIS IS A CRISIS

is he also from the island then

nah he’s from up north

Canon PowerShot SX150 IS
I have three commissions to finish today - a painting, a business card design, and a necklace. The necklace client wanted something in the style of a rosary, so it could be used for counting/soothing purposes, but without the cruciform beads, so it wasn’t overtly religious. I used matte glass beads for the counting beads because they have a nice, soft texture to them, and faceted glass beads to separate the sections, and grouped them in strings of six instead of strings of seven. I’m going to do another in the same style for the client but the next one will have more colour. 

I have three commissions to finish today - a painting, a business card design, and a necklace. The necklace client wanted something in the style of a rosary, so it could be used for counting/soothing purposes, but without the cruciform beads, so it wasn’t overtly religious. I used matte glass beads for the counting beads because they have a nice, soft texture to them, and faceted glass beads to separate the sections, and grouped them in strings of six instead of strings of seven. I’m going to do another in the same style for the client but the next one will have more colour. 

My partner just walked into the room and said, “It’s weird in Montreal, because nobody else here has seen as many bears as I have.” And then he sat down at his computer and started doing something else and that is the kind of conversation we have a lot at our place. 

A message from satanicfemme
So wait are you saying that shitty people always have delusions of grandeur but are never that successful or everyone should have more delusions of grandeur for inspiration to become more successful?

Neither, I’m saying it’s really satisfying when shitty people fail and the people they’ve hurt go on to succeed.

you know what? My partner lost his JOB in the gaming industry for criticizing racism in a AAA game which I can’t name because his NDA is still in effect. The gaming industry does not allow criticism of these games. Criticism HAS to come from outside sources, it HAS to come from people like Anita Sarkeesian because it’s NOT coming from within the gaming industry. Like okay, since you fucktrucks keep bringing up Zoe Quinn EVEN THOUGH MY OP’S HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH HER, NEWSFLASH WOMEN ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE SORRY - you want to talk about actual corruption in the gaming industry? It’s not some indie game dev getting kickstarter or patreon money from Kotaku staff. It’s the AAA games literally firing people for being too critical of the racist and misogynist content in their games, then wining and dining journalists and shelling out tons of cash to gaming websites in exchange for positive reviews. THAT is corruption, and if you oppose that you should be THANKING Anita Sarkeesian on bended knee for expressing even the most BASIC of critical analysis of these games at a level that they might actually listen to. Not saying that she “does it to herself” when she gets driven out of her home by death and rape threats. 

And THAT is my final say on the matter. 

I’m also not here for dudes who open by calling me a “moron” but then as soon as another dude steps in to talk to them, act like “oh we can have a ~civil conversation~ now”

I’m not here for conspiracy theories about how women who are victims of crimes are just faking it for attention, EVER. 

rgr-pop:

sometimes people think that the best way to support survivors is to choose them over their abusers no matter how much you liked their abusers or think they are doing good work. this is good but the ACTUAL best way to support survivors is to make sure everybody knows that you NEVER liked their abusers, and think their hair is stupid, and they are dumb

I cannot even tell you how much every utterance of “I think their zines are boring” has meant to me tbh. 

A: Wow, your creepy nighttime encounter is creepier than any of my creepy nighttime encounters

A: To be fair most of my creepy nighttime encounters turned out to be ducks

A: Like one time I was walking along and I heard some rustling in the bushes

A: But it was a duck. 

A: And then another time I heard some splashing sounds

A: But that was also a duck.

A: And then another time I heard some quacking and I was like, okay I know that’s a duck.

Me: But it was something else?

A: No. It was a duck. 

I feel like this story needs a trigger warning but I have no idea what that would be for. Abduction?

I’m procrastinating really hard today with the excuse that it’s sunday and I finished a chapter of my book yesterday etc and I’m procrastinating in part by reading allegedly true stories of creepy encounters. I mean, I say “allegedly” because a lot of them feel like creepypasta, but also there’s this, which I swear to god is a true story: Back when I lived in a suburb of Vancouver, I used to get home around midnight every night. I’d take the bus as far as it went - on certain days there was a bus that went almost right to my house, but on weekends that bus didn’t run so I’d just have to walk about half an hour from the last bus stop to my house. Because it was the suburbs, the streets were totally empty at night, everyone asleep, no cars, no midnight joggers or anything like you get in a city. 

So I’m walking home one night and I notice there’s a van driving really slowly down the street behind me. It looks like a delivery van. It stops a few feet behind me and the cab light goes on and I can see that the front of the van and the back of the van are separated by this cage-like mesh. Then these two guys get out of the van and start walking towards me, at which point I notice that ONE OF THEM IS HOLDING A SYRINGE.

As soon as I saw the syringe I didn’t even pause to process it or wonder why he was holding it, I just took off running and didn’t stop until I got to my house. I don’t think I even knew exactly why I was running, it was just pure instinct, like there was no thought process behind it, it was just an instantaneous thing of midnight plus unmarked van plus strange man holding a syringe equals get the fuck out of there, don’t ask questions, don’t think, just run. I didn’t run straight home but instead I sprinted through side-streets so as not to show them my regular route home if they were following me. When I got home I locked the door and all the windows and turned off the lights so it would look like no one was home and then I sat there, wide awake, in the dark all night.

I know what I saw but at the same time it’s SO creepy that to this day I wonder if I like, hallucinated it or something. It doesn’t feel like a real thing that happened because it’s too creepy. I feel like if I read about this story on the internet, like if someone else narrated it to me, I would be like, “what? seriously?” but I swear it actually happened. 

A message from catandkitty
i like the "proof of how bad anita sarkeesian is" post that says she "cherry picks like it's her fucking job" to criticize games when like, that is actually quite literally her job?

also like, “cherry picking” and “making citations” are two different things lol. 

the dude he’s talking about got the SWAT called on him by an opponent in LoL, but that doesn’t help his case at all because it just shows how fucking petty that competitive gamer culture can be. Also the culprit is facing serious charges.

Right, also that was an isolated incident and not part of an ongoing campaign of stalking, threats and harassment carried out by a mob of angry dudes so I mean it’s…. not really reflective of anything like what’s happening with Anita Sarkeesian. Not that it’s not fucked up and harassing to call in a SWAT team on a guy for no reason other than to win at a video game, but these are very different situations.